Kraze carefully identified the dragon-headed warship that was approaching him. If there were flags on it, it could be identified whether it was the ship sent by the King of Denmark to pick it up or the pirates who were trying to rob. In this area of ​​the Baltic Sea, there were many pirates who lived by robbing merchant ships. They were fishermen in the tribe and occasionally played the role of pirates.

"No signs were hung on the side of the ship." The Viking warrior who operated the rudder saw that there were no flags hanging on the warship, but there were only a row of round shields hanging on the side of the ship. It seemed that they had encountered pirates who were black and black.

"Prepare to fight and blow the horn." Kraze grabbed the boat and hugged the ropes, shouting loudly at the Viking warriors who were paddling on the boat. There were two intentions for blowing the horn. One was to identify the identity from the other party, and the other was to boost morale and prepare for the fight.

"Woo~~~." A low horn sounded, and on the bumpy sea surface, the same dragon-headed warships were approaching each other, and it seemed that the other was paddling with all his might and rushed towards them straight.

"Preparing for war, preparing for war." Although the Vikings on the Kraze ship were exhausted, they still grabbed the battle axe beside them and took off the log shield hanging on the side of the ship. The battle between the Vikings at sea is usually a string battle. When the two ships are close to one person, they will set up the springboard. Then the Vikings will hold the battle axe and shield, and climb onto the springboard one by one to fight with the other on the springboard. The loser will fall into the sea, and the blood often washes the springboard. This is an extremely bloody way of sea combat. There are also timid Vikings jumping into the sea to escape. However, no one will chase these escapees, because in the eyes of other Vikings, they are undoubtedly dead, and no one in his family will admit his existence.

Sure enough, two pirate warships approached them, either Swedes or Norwegians. There were countless Viking tribes in Scandinavians and they would compete for each other to fight. They were like wolves between different tribes, and once anyone showed their weakness, they would be stared at.

"Oh oh~~~." The other party took back the wooden pulp that stretched out from the ship and let the ship approach with the help of waves. When the two ships approached each other, the Viking warriors standing on both sides of the ship held up their battle axes and shields, and shouted at each other, with ferocious murderous aura on their faces.

"Ba~~." Three springboards were placed between the two ships. The first one to pedal was the bravest Viking warrior. Claze of course jumped on it first. He held the battle axe and protected his body with a shield. When a tall Viking warrior on the other side jumped up, Claze not only rushed up and hit the shield with a shield. The Viking warriors who were inspired behind him followed one by one, and the springboard where one person could only allow one person to walk suddenly made a creaking sound.

The Denmark King Knuba has been feeling uneasy these days. He always wanders outside his palace, watching the endless waves hitting the rocks in the distance. Unlucky dreams always appear in his sleep. However, the prophets believed that this was his concern, and all divination and illusions were very auspicious symbols, but even so, he was still a little anxious.

"Your Majesty and the others are back." Suddenly, a horn sound came from the port pier, and Danish guards rushed to Knuba to report.

"Oh." The Danish king Knuba quickly strode towards the dock. He was wearing a cloak made of white wolf skin, which seemed noble and powerful. When people saw Knuba's arrival, they hurriedly made a way, so that he could see a dragon-headed warship gradually coming from the sea. He knew that the warship was his ship. When the ship approached the dock, the anchor was dropped and the ship was fixed to the water. The people on the dock quickly tied the rope to the wooden stakes.

"Why are there so few people coming back? What about the others?" Danish King Knuba looked at the people who came down from the Viking warship, each with injuries, looking embarrassed, and carrying several Viking warriors' bodies.

"Your Majesty, we are back." At this time, Claze, covered in blood, jumped from the side of the ship to the dock, his ears were filled with crying from women and children. He met pirates on the way back, and only after a bloody battle broke out the pirates, which made him feel that the itinerary was really dangerous.

"Claze comes to my palace." The Danish king Knuba looked a little unpleasant. Not only did he lose two ships, but he even suffered many casualties and injured soldiers. His face turned pale.

Kraze knew that his raid was really a failure, so he had to follow the Denmark King to walk towards the palace, thinking about how to convince the king as he walked. When he entered the palace, Denmark King Knuba sat in his lord's seat, and several palace guards were standing on one side with spears and shields.

"Kraze, how much did you gain this raid?" Danish King Knuba said to Kraze with his hands holding his chin.

"We raided the port of Mecklenburg, and looted the port and obtained some property. However, when we were about to continue our operations, the Duke of Mecklenburg led his army to fight with us. Their number was more than us, and the cavalry had failed and we had to retreat to the ship to return." Kraze simply told the Danish King Knuba, but exaggerated Arod's strength, which was to shirk his responsibility, otherwise the Danish King would not have executed him immediately.

"Well, but my ship was destroyed, and all the warriors were dead." The King of Denmark heard that they had looted the port and obtained property, and his expression loosened a little, but the loss of the ship and warriors still made him very angry.

"I know this is my mistake, and I am willing to compensate me for that spoil." Craze said quickly.

"Well, but even that's not enough." Danish King Knuba waved his hand and said to Kraze.

"Then let's go and raid Mecklenburg County again, where the wealth is beyond our imagination, and let us gather more troops." Claze said inciting.

"Enough, I can bear it once, but I need to think about it again. Claze, you go down first and let me think about it carefully." Danish King Knuba sent Claze away. After Claze left, he summoned a Viking warrior who followed Claze to fight.

"Your Majesty." The Viking warrior was hit by an axe on the cheek, almost splitting his face in half, but after wrapping it around with linen, he still stood in front of the King of Denmark.

"Tell me what happened." Denmark King Knuba certainly would not trust an outsider easily. He wanted to listen to his Viking warriors' stories again.

"Things are probably similar to what Kraze said, but I have a feeling that the Earl of Mecklenburg seemed to have known that we were coming for a long time. He stationed three towers in the port, which made us unable to control the port at all. Then he was attacked by the Earl of Mecklenburg's army."

"What do you mean is that our actions have been seen through long ago?" King Knuba of Denmark frowned. He was secretly surprised that the Earl of Mecklenburg had the ability to predict the unknown. If this were the case, the raid would certainly lose its meaning. It was still the Norwegian named Kraze who was a liar spy. He was sent to weaken himself.

"Yes, there is another thing, the life and death of the shield girl Grace is unknown." The Viking warrior thought for a while and said to the Denmark King Knuba.

"What?" Danish King Knuba stood up in surprise when he heard this. He had other plans to treat the daughter of the former Danish King, but now he is still unknown, which makes him very angry.

"Sorry, your Majesty, it was too chaotic at that time. The Mecklenburg cavalry attacked our flanks and rear. The shield formation was broken and everyone was broken into pieces. No one could take care of anyone." The Viking warrior said helplessly.

"Okay, you go down." Danish King Knuba had to let the wounded Viking warrior retreat. He walked around his palace hall anxiously. After a while, he walked towards the wooden ladder on the side of the palace and climbed into the room where the king lived on the second floor.

"Knuba, where are you?" Suddenly, a woman's moan came from the room. Knuba walked over and saw a haggard woman lying on the bed weakly. Her eyes were deeply sunken, her lips were chapped, and her skin exploded. There was an empty wooden cup on the wooden box next to the big bed.

"Give it to you." Knuba poured some water into the cup and fed it to the woman. This was his wife's queen of Denmark, but she rarely walked out of the room since she became seriously ill.

"Hmm~~." After the woman drank the water, she fell asleep deeply. Looking at her terrible appearance like a skeleton, Knuba felt disgust and hatred. Why did the gods torture his queen so much instead of taking her away quickly?

When Knuba walked to the palace window, he saw the bodies of the Viking warriors who were killed at the harbor at the foot of the mountain were placed on firewood by their relatives, and then poured with whale oil. All the inheritance and property of the deceased during his lifetime were piled up on it and burned by a fire. If there were slaves, his slave would be pressed beside the corpse. The relatives of the deceased took a sharp battle axe, killed it and burned it together, so that the deceased could continue to serve the slaves in the afterlife. The black smoke from the corpse burned up rolled into the sky, and the ravens were flying around and circling with rattles.
Chapter completed!